Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1887-11-24
OUT WITH TIE TIDE.

"Wall, guess the Lord has about
concluded to give Randy her free
DOM"
This remark was made by Mrs.
Yates the other morning, as we sat in
the tent, each of us with Il handful of
pea-pods in her apron and each she'll
ing peas with different degrees of alac-
rity. Maria Jane was dong most of
the work, for we were still very red
and moist and palpitating from row.
ing in our dory on Salt Pond We
had set up II dory the day before and
naturally, we wanted to use it, even
though the wind was southwest and
the sun scorehing. 1t was hard, how
ever, to come back to the tent and
know that we couldn't have any din
ner until we had prepared it. Forum
ately Maria Jane dropped in at this
moment, vigorous and alert as ever.
She said that Marsh was pretty tired;
she left him trying to rest, and took
hold energetically in the matter of
shelling peas.
Didn't you know" she went on in
answer to our questions, ''that Mr..
Rankin amt wellp He amt. don't
knows Pm called upon to make be-
lieve Pm sorry, for | amt, one grain.
He's one of them kind that's always
pleasant and smilin n'-never says a
cross word. But he will have his own
way if he cuts yer heart out all the
time and sees it ;l-bleedin', and he'll be
just rs soft, and youd d be sure to think
twas you that wns the wretch, and
likely's not you'd beg his pardon,
seems he was so gentle. In the end
you'll find out he's done jest what he
you plead with him, and cry and groan
and agonize, as it were, he'll smile and
say: 'Sho, now don't get excited. l
guess there wouldn't none of us git
excited if we were as sure of our own
way rs that mans always been. But he
amt got no bad habits. YOU can't put
your finger on thing he's done. For
all that, believe he killed his first
wife. And sh'd think she'd ben glad
of it. Yes, he jest killed her a-bein' so
pleasant and so cussed. She never
had her own way in thing. They
say she was as delikit rs she could be,
and she was " perfect picter to look ut.
/ remember H,u she WAS married.
and pcartG rs a 1r.>te. MAS IL lite
tot, and set with my mother two seats
behind where they sot reck lect ex-
actly how | felt and what | thought
when they walked in slow along the
broad aisle, she holding on to his arm.
/ didn't look at him at all, but stared
at her all the service. | was blacker
even than am now, and she was like
white rose, thought. She hadn't
had good health, and she'd had a spell
a few months before of bleedin' ut the
lungs. but they said She got over that
and was well. She had on that fust
Sunday purple velvet bunnit with
long white feather. l en- see jest
how the plume lay along over the vel
vet. IsOt and stared and stared. !
knew never could be so interestin' as
to wear q purple bunnit with white
feather N bleed at the lungs" "
Maria Jane took large handful of
pea-pods from the tin pan and was ST.
lent for time reviewing those days.
The hot wind fluttered the tent; there
was the sound Of talk and high laugh
ter from small sailboat that was glid-
ing by SO near as to seem to be almost
on the sands below the bluff. How
hot it was! 1t is only when the wind
is in some other quarter than the south
or west that it is cool on this coast,
Notwithstanding the hotel advertise
ments. And in summer. if you will
notice, the wind is usually either in
the ,south or west, or between those
two points, and then tits at the hottest.
Then. also, there is constant danger
that tho mash will send forth its mys-
terious, hellish odor. / am choosing
this latter adjective advisedly. The
word Internal Is not sufficiently strong,
as you would say yourself if you had
ever happened to be here when. as
thematives say, "the mash was
smellin'."
Nevertheless, we were glad to be in
tent on the South Shore. The life
was free and charming. The people